Lazy Sunday 🍻
Lazy Sunday 🍻
Might fuck around and write a fic wth the conversation Mina and Moon never got to have in canon
The happy weekend is over
I’ve been awake for two hours and am still in my pajamas while on my computer.
I’m not depressed. I just…don’t feel like showering?
Like I still wanna do stuff today, I’m just too lazy to change out of my pajamas and shower
Pancakes are calling my name right now...Too bad I’m too lazy to make them.
Hi there. I believe that this is the first time I have directly spoken to you. So, hi there, I hope this year, this month, this day treats you well and if it doesn’t I hope that you keep your passion. We often get told that passion dies and burns out through the years, like married couples in their middle ages. Maybe it does, maybe you find new passions. If this concept is true, maybe, passion and love aren’t real, they are just fantasies we were told as children. This dulls out life. Well, Mister or Misses Reader I am lying down on my bed at 2 am currently and I am contemplating smoking a joint after I write this, or whilst I write, or if I should at all tonight, as i have been smoking a lot recently. Probably a symptom of boredom. I presume most (if not all) of you don’t give a fuck about what I write, you should know that even that one like that you leave makes my day. It makes me feel noticed, as if, someone actually read something and thought ‘hmm this is worth it’. My depression has been getting worst, how are your demons? Do they grab you by your arms and legs and keep you locked into bed when you attempt to awake in the morning? Are they the reason you are late and behind and lazy and numb and empty and stressed? Are they the reason you’re friends gave up on you? Are they the reason you have to catch up on all your coursework from college? Are they the reason you have gone from an A* average to a B? Are they the reason your mum looks at you differently? I suppose. Any who, How are your demons Mister or Misses Reader? I wonder if any of you understand me or if you find me strange. I hope one day I go places… Usually, I spend my time fantasizing about how my writing might impact someone, how they will read it and relate or understand and observe. How Shakespeare did it, how Fitzgerald did it, how Dickens did it, the famous writers, their words had so much weight with them. One day, I will be bigger than just a tumblr blog, I will write a novel and sell it and be rich and famous and make headlines and have photo shoots and meet celebrities. Wow I truly am an airhead. My life will probably just be studying and working just to realize that I really am just average and that my high school English teacher doesn’t know shit. Its okay, I’ll be like everyone else…right? Does that make me successful? Not being a risk taker? Playing it safe? Working a 9-5 in an office behind a computer all day, waiting on retirement to see the world; but then your too old, and your back and eyes hurt from that office job, since you just sit down all day and stare at a computer screen. I didn’t know I would be still writing words on this screen. It is now 2.27am by the way. I think I am done, I refuse too proof read, so I am just going to post this as it is, and pray that it makes sense. It probably doesn’t, hopefully it makes you laugh if it doesn’t. So, hi hello there dear reader its 2.28 am, and all I can think about is how much i want to lie down in a field of grass and stare at clouds and it has to be after it rained, that smell is beautiful. I want to look at roses and smell them, I want to look at nature, I want to look at a tree and vision mother nature creating it, maybe you should do that too. Maybe then, you will realize that someone carved you out and thought you were perfection. I am not saying God, just someone or something. I wonder if anyone has ever guessed the theory of everything correctly, probably not, it is likely beyond me or you or any intelligent scientist that comes along. Well, I suppose I should leave. This is a letter to anyone, anyone who is listening. These inactive days have been difficult. If somehow you made this far, I will question why. I guess I will
see you soon, friend
ps. thanks for the ear :p
I use Duolingo like:
Day 1: 650 XP gained
Day 2: 0 XP
Day 3: 0 XP
Day 4: 0 XP
Day 30: 745 XP gained
Sleeping last week off like… Begone, dark clouds!
just sitting like a depression kid
This is exactly what trying to makes plans with friends who are as unmotivated as me looks like